ikhrov — ikhor ( ichor ) + krov ( bled; blood; lifeblood )
i. oh but you bleed & you bleed & you bleed & you have not yet died. you are left wanting & grasping for what you cannot have — as if it is survival & you are a beast. but you are not a beast. you are beating & bleeding heart. you are human & you are lost, lost, lost. they say you are feral but you are not and yet it is feral that you have become. you deny, deny, deny, & then you embrace it, licking their blood from your claws & calling it dinner.
ii. you feast on their bones until you’ve had your fill. but you never are satisfied, are you ? there is no end to the war you reign — no end without the blood of innocents tainting your blade, your soul, your fangs.
iii. ichor pools at your feet & sweet divinity abandons you. there is nothing golden about you any longer. you are a sanguine caricature of the man you once were. you’re red, red, red. just like their blood. like pomegranates, it stains your lips.
iv. man - made pandora, they cut the sapphires from your head. only a single precious gem remains. but the box has slipped open & it is too late. misfortune runs free. you’re red, red, red. it is their blood & it colors your teeth crimson.
v. everything is red, red, red, & no matter what you do, you cannot wash it away. it is part of you now, a stain upon your soul. you are tainted & you are no longer divine. // x. ❤ or ↻ !














